A satirical primitive animation set in a monestery where the monks are all happy, not particularly religious and gay. Think Pedro Almodovar's BAD HABITS meets Rhubarb and Custard.
The headline vid is a teaser.
I’d like to make ten 20 minute episodes.
I want to keep the animation style but will be able to do more with the money, the animation will stay in black and white though has a homage to the 1927 film Passion of Joan of Arc even though this is a satire comedy about gay monks living together in a monastery.
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So it turns out I never did visit the Earths core after all, apparently what happened was I was repairing a carrier bag with glue when I got it stuck in my head and passed out for a month, thankfully as this happened in a public toilet the splash back of urine was enough to sustain me with water and so I am all good now.
So digging under the Earth’s surface has stalled at 200 miles after entering a strange subterranean chamber controlled by bird like Gods and cavemen. Will try and negotiate with the local nehanderthal tribe but this is difficult as I am rather anti social and I am annoying them a lot by playing garage music really loud outside their dwellings. The avian god creatures have advised the tribes to form a community watch organisation.
So the crisis with being trapped in the house with no means of escape and all my tops glued to the floor, all door knobs removed and no water due to me removing the taps has ended! I am delighted to report that a sink hole opened up due to fracking and that I am now 2.5 metres down. Naturally I have decided as I am already 2.5 metres down to continue digging to the core rather than climb back to the surface. Digging will be difficult but I intend to use a tea plate and Cadbury’s flake that I have modified into a digging machine reminiscent of ‘the mole’ from thunderbirds.
I haven’t had anything to drink in over 24 hours...ever since I attempted to use all the taps to replace the door knobs, the hallucinations grow ever stranger including a communist parrot who won’t stop recounting the entire 4 volumes of Karl Marx Das Kapital and informing me of why a dictatorship of the proletariat was a good thing and could get me out of my no door door knobs, all tops glued to the floor, no new fans predicament.